Here I am, this is me
Title: The Artist, The Dragon and The Lies
Author: AlysonOfrell
Fandom: HTTYD
Chapter 1: Prolog
Have You ever wondered how stories were made and how you can tell fact from fiction. There are usually sections for it. Well, in those days I can't remember what was fact. See, I live in a world where these creatures are real. Wait, so there is suddenly more than one world. You an alien? To you and me, these guys are pretty amazing when you first see one. Well, I would say that, but, let me tell you about the type of person you are dealing with first.
See, my family are travelers, we're artists to be said here. There was a demand for them then? Not sure if I said it right, well…my parents meet in the weirdest way. See, my dad is a formal Viking, and my mom was a normal-okay, so, this story isn't about them. It's about me. Charming. My name is…well, don't laugh okay, my dad wanted a boy, but he got me instant. Pffft, insta-babies. Just add water.
My name is Alexander, but everyone calls me Alex. You know, there are a bunch of feminine versions as well: Alexandria, Alexa, Alexandra, etc. I honestly don't know where he heard that name, So why are you so offended by it being masculine? but, he been all over the world for a Viking I'll say. Now, for a girl like me, you wonder where in the world I would be heading off to. No, not really. See, my parents heard of this place where they fight off these creates…am not giving anything away here. Then why are you bothering to tell this story?
Well, there was one thing I could tell you about me that was different. See, I was seven and played with some…stuff that change my right eye's color. My eyes were these sea blues, and now one is this weird purple. This is EXACTLY what I wanted to know. Your eye color. Oh yeah, my day is complete now. Yeah, crazy, I know. Well, my hair is red, way too bright. Can be mistake as fire. Well, if you're me at least. and flatter yourself.
"Oh dear god…" See, any animals are always cashing me out of the blue, ...wait, what? guess you can see why my hair is so bright. No, I don't. What does cashing (and what does that even mean?) have to do with your hair? Well, not like I care…most time.
See, my father was friends of this…one guy. Can't remember his name, How about your father's name? Or, a setting? but hey, he meet my dad before I was born. Plus, you're wondering where the heck I am? How ever did you know? Well, my father promised this one guy to come to this village, and that would be out at sea. That didn't explain anything. You know what? Just stop talking and go sit in a non-existent corner.
And it takes twelve days to get there. Where? ...It's called There? Lovely. Because if it is, who the hell calls their island There!? Well, am not much a fan of the sea, I dream about flying. And you think it crazy for me to think like that. No, I think it's crazy that you speak like you were hit in the head. To be honest, yes, it's normal for artist like me to think crazy. Why you may ask? Knowing is part of the battlefield. What battlefield? You're a girl with two parents that have no names, you have no personality, you think your eyes are more interesting than the former, and you're going to an island, just...an island. There is no battlefield. Anyway, this story may be the strangest friendship, romance or no plot to my story. But hey, this is all true. Well, it's surely not fiction if it has no plot.
Chapter 2: Chapter 1 Now that's just misleading.
It all started in the middle of summer, well, the last of summer. Well, I don't think setting really isn't import at this moment, No wonder there's been none, the shipment hasn't arrived yet. but I was wondering where my father was taking me and my mother? Me too, but until the setting arrives there's nothing we can do. Well, as long we get off of sea soon! That sounds like a ride. I really hate ocean, Sea != Ocean. they nice to look at but not to be sailed across. I really hate the guy who created the boat, I was ready to kill him for making these things. because dammit, I just wanted to swim across instead!
"Alexander! You'll fall off the boat." Didn't you hear, this boat sucks.
Not like I care, either I get off the water. Women aren't wanted on boats anyway. I just wanted to get off this crazy piece of tree that flouts. I just hated it. It was the wrong color! I didn't pat any attention to the sun for the time, I wasn't even feeling well. after staring directly at it before. I look at the water for a few minutes, the blue water shinning into my eyes. You know, after staring at the sun and having water climb into your eyes, I'm surprised you're in no pain. Then, some water hit into my face all of a sudden. Wait? How did water fly into my face. You're standing on the edge of the boat, it happens. Dumb fish, spitting water at me. Definitely hit on the head.
"Alexander!"
"Sorry father!"
"I was just going to say we'll be landing on a small island for the night." You can't just, not dock? Or throw down an anchor?
Great, I'll be at sea still till god knows how long. I throw my body to the piece of land we could find. Where did that come from? Are you sure this is the setting you ordered? I thought I would never see land again. I pulled out my sketchbook out and you pulled it out too. and started to draw a few landscapes. Each one was different from the last. Why don't you, I don't know, help your parents set up camp and set up the plot via interaction with them and your musing about the island?
I like how the land was shaped and how mist would cover them till I saw the blue sky change to red to gold and finally pink. Oh for fucks sake, your setting is malfunctioning. Beauty had it's ways of showing us that things can be different no matter how it acted or look. As opposed to Ugly. No one ever wants to listen to Ugly. I look at the sky so many time, each day I would think about flying. Now, people would think I was crazy about flying, I would draw people with wings or people on the backs of giant birds. I'm pretty sure angels existed in Norse Mythology. Try again.
Hey, I was a bit insane Continually insisting you're in anyway off in the head doesn't make it so. I can readily think you're stupid though if that's any comfort. but flying one would be the amazing thing in my life before I was up there. But, there wasn't a way for me to fly. All I can do was sit here on the ground with water and wait for my drowning death. My father was so sick of my tantrums and was thinking of a way to make it look like an accident.
Before I could let a thought go through my head, (I didn't like it when that happened, it hurt.) water somehow got into my without me being near the water. Water...got into you... Why must the gods hate me for being scared of water. And boats? And physical labor? And consistent tenses? I walk over to my possible grave and saw nothing but my reflection. I thought about laying down just in case I was getting sick, but I saw something moving the water. This bright blue light moving around in the water. And it was moving in the water too. Oh yeah, I was going crazy.
That night I was still thinking about that blue light. What was that light? Wait, could I have fall off the boat and drowned already?! No, then did my parents died?! What did these questions have in common with each other? Why so much filler? I better not worry about it tonight, I needed more rest or it the grave for me.
The next morning, I watch the water carefully from the boat, if a animal saw my hair and thought it was fire, then I'm going to kill it more or less.*sigh* I was started to see a differences in the tempter, and it was a bit colder then I was use to. Satan is not happy with you. But, I didn't care at this moment. You should. But, it was still warm enough for me to wear my normal cloths. The boat started to shake out of the blue for some old reason. I was never going to get off of this water of death!?
"The boat is falling apart at the bottom, we need to fix it before we con-"
"I will be happy to help if that will make the work speed faster." Or, maybe just help for the sake of helping?
My father was amazing when it came to boats, problem was that I refused to get near them because they're nothing but evil to me. So you've made quite clear. My God this is a boring child. My mother would help in my place since I hate the water. I mean really, can you imagine sitting next to her for five minutes and not wanting to push her off board? But, this would give me some time to find out what animal that glow came from. I carry around a few books with my on animal and….dragons. So...on animals.
Yes, I live in a world were dragons are alive. Who exactly are you speaking to? I mean, it has to be someone from your world, which means they are aware of that as well. It's like saying: Yes, I live in a world where bunnies exist. Well, here one thing I must say about my personality. I never learned how to properly segue. I never killed anything in my life, since I do have Viking blood in my veins. You basically said Vikings don't kill just now. But, I couldn't kill anything if I wanted to. Why do I get the sense of deja vu?
I was on the first piece land we could find. The one that practically blindsided you before? I took my father's spyglass just to look around in the water. Not that he'll wouldn't notice it was used like this. There was nothing in the water, noting at all.
Guess it was all in my head, till water hit the back of my head. One of those drunken sailors was pissing over the rim again. When I look behind my back, I saw this creature sitting like a dog. It was a dark blue but it shinned like the sky and it's wings were like birds. As opposed to wings...that aren't like birds'? When I noticed it tail, the tip was like a fish's tail in way, the side of it's head had these…I wasn't sure if those were it's ears?
They were like fins. This must be a dragon?! A living, breathing, dragon. That somehow got on board without anyone noticing. It was bigger then me one by a few feet. It's eyes were like mine, only one was red, it must have been attacked by hunters or slayers. Scars across it's face. I'd say it could've been another dragon, but that's just absurd. I felt bad for the poor thing. There was a net around it's wing. I walk up to it a little, just to remove the net, but it went back into the water. It's head was out and spit out water at me. You're lucky it didn't maul you. Seriously, I'd never walk up to, let's say, a netted tiger or bear, no matter how bad I felt for it. How about this one? Or even this one.
"So it was you!?"
So this dragon follows people around and spits water at them? Meh, it should take a leaf out of this Khajiit's book in Oblivion. The one that goes into people's houses and switches the items around in their containers just to fuck with them. Now that's how to be a dick.
Chapter 3: Chapter 2
So…now I know a dragon was spitting water at me this whole time. I enjoy the fact that not even a dragon can stand you and wishes to make you miserable. You know, I wish it didn't do that to me. I wanted to get back at it so bad, my Viking blood was boiling inside my veins now. In your blood eh? Hiccup grew up in a village that was under constant strife, him having it in his blood makes more sense than you. The next time I see that dragon, a rock is going to be on top it's head, After claiming that you didn't have it in you to cause harm. and I'm not talking about a hit and throw on the head. The tempter changed again, this time it was a bit colder then it was before. You see what happens when you anger the Devil?
My legs were freezing, I had to wear my grandmother's old dress with the vest my father gave me on my 10th birthday. And yet, I have no idea where he got it from again. Probably someone who makes them, like your mother? To honest, my father said I have to look nice for our arrival. Why's that a 'to be honest' statement? Let just say I have this habit of getting paint on my cloths without touching myself *giggle* or with the paintbrush. *moargiggle* Yeah, weird right? Not at all, these urges are perfectly normal.
My father told me about this…village, Is that an echo? where they slay dragons. So that's your big reveal, dragons. I'm underwhelmed. Am not into stuff like that, even if I do have Viking blood in me. After saying that you'd love to bludgeon that dragon's head in with a rock. But, the artist blood took over me then the Viking blood did. So you what, get Brooklyn rage and paint shit?
"Alexander. We're here."
Finally, I could get off this stupid boat. I wondered who this friend of my father is? I hope it wasn't another of those drunken sailors, it wasn't all bad, I learn I had more aunts and uncles then everyone. Everyone who? You've provided no comparison here. If you lived in a village for more then two to three months. and even if I was a complete recluse, that spyglass was good for something. I walk up to my father and saw an island. You know, an island is not something that you wouldn't notice until the last minute. He placed a hand against my shoulder pulling me close to his side, it felt like a rock only with daggers.
"Welcome to Berk."
When he first told me about this village, I thought it was a small village, just like the others I spend living in. I wondered why he brought us here? You can always, I don't know, ASK HIM. But, the worst part….it was near water. Islands tend to be. We were close to the docks and I could touch land once more. When the boat finally stop, I jump out running for land.
"Alexander, watch for-" that tree!
Okay, there was something I forgot to tell you guys about the my eyes. Wait! Stop everything! Okay, what about your eyes? I'm have half blind. So, you're wondering how I can draw still if I'm half blind? ...with the other eye? I did say one of my eyes if this weird purple. Since then, I can't see vary well like normal people do. Well, considering you're half blind, no. I don't think you would. But, I can still see, just not as well. There's that damn echo again.
I hit my head against one of the wooden poles or just hit against one while someone was holding it. Well, at least it wasn't the dragon this time. But, I just wanted to get away from the docks at the moment. Bad enough to run head first into shit.
"Alexander, please be more careful."
"Sorry…I just wanted to…"
"Get on land?"
My father was the only one who understand why I hated water. it was always shinning into my eyes. Why do you think I'm half blind!? See, when I was little, I fall in a lake from getting attack by animal and almost drowned. I was all the way down to the bottom and my father swim down all the way and save me. Gee, that sounds just like someone else and their father. Guess you can say that the reason why I hate water so much. But, there was no way for me to avoid it. Well, I was happy to get on land again, my father was talking to my mother secretly in her ear. I didn't hear every word he told her, but, bet it was something romantic. And to think, they could've been interesting characters but no, we're stuck with you.
"Welcome to Berk old friend."
My father walk to a man who look like he can break a tower with his fists. Or, his head. I would've called that a cute line, except I know you ganked that straight from the movie. I walked away vary slowly taking my father spyglass. time to get better acquainted with the neighbors. I wondered if that dragon followed me here? It would be strange if that thing was following me. since I wanted smash it to paste. Who ever heard of a dragon following a human before?
I would have know if it was following me since it would spit water at me again. I still like to know why in the world it like doing that to me? But, I could remember those scars. From the color of it's good eye, it probably had green eyes before. This is what counts for a large portion of character development people, eye color. It never ceases to amaze. I wonder what happen to it before it meet me? I saw the same glow in the water again. It was much faster then it was before. I pull out my sketchbook and started to draw, I remember the way it looked, it's shape, I could see it flying in the air. Wait, I thought you wanted to smash it's face in like a pseudo Captain Vidal. Jesus, what's with me and gruesome videos today? Don't watch that.
"Alexander!"
The moment I hear my father's voice, water was all over me again. BROOKLYN RAGE!! I saw it again. It was following me?! It made this sound like dolphin, but, I wasn't sure if it was. It back into the water again and I saw it's glow again. What glowed? I made my way back to my parents till they saw me like a wet dog. Not even they view you as a person. My mother just gave me a look and my father sighed of relief like I wasn't his daughter. ...could have sworn that cat walked by already.
"I can explain what happen…"
My father sighed again like I was crazy. Couldn't say I blame him. He think I was crazy already since birth. Pfft, how could my little girl NOT like the name Alexander? Didn't she watch the movie? I told him that a dragon was following me for some odd reason. I didn't know what kind it was, it just wouldn't leave me alone. I told him about how it had two different color eyes like me and how it had scars across it's face. After I explain my story, my parents thought I was crazy for sure. I was telling the truth after all.
"Alexander. If a dragon was following you, you should know-" I'm surprised he doesn't, it's not exactly an inconspicuous creature.
"Father, it didn't attack me. It just keeps spitting water at me for some odd reason." it was a total asshole!
I felt this was going nowhere. If he did believe me, that dragon was not going to be a pet. "Look, I have some news to tell you."
So my dragon starker wasn't news? So when someone finally thinks you're out of your mind, you're suddenly not happy with it? Great, it was going to follow me till it killed me or waiting for me to fall in. What news my father had was so import then mine?
"We'll be living here for now on."
Wait, living in this village for two weeks or does he mean premarital? What? If he meant premarital, that means I could start making friends, What does your availability status have to do with staying anywhere? that I could draw in peace. If this was true, I would love that more then anything right now. "Wait, do you mean per-"
"Premarital."
Whoa, did you mean to say permanent? Because that is one hell of a leap writer, one hell of a leap. That's probably the new It word.
Author: AlysonOfrell
Fandom: HTTYD
Chapter 1: Prolog
Have You ever wondered how stories were made and how you can tell fact from fiction. There are usually sections for it. Well, in those days I can't remember what was fact. See, I live in a world where these creatures are real. Wait, so there is suddenly more than one world. You an alien? To you and me, these guys are pretty amazing when you first see one. Well, I would say that, but, let me tell you about the type of person you are dealing with first.
See, my family are travelers, we're artists to be said here. There was a demand for them then? Not sure if I said it right, well…my parents meet in the weirdest way. See, my dad is a formal Viking, and my mom was a normal-okay, so, this story isn't about them. It's about me. Charming. My name is…well, don't laugh okay, my dad wanted a boy, but he got me instant. Pffft, insta-babies. Just add water.
My name is Alexander, but everyone calls me Alex. You know, there are a bunch of feminine versions as well: Alexandria, Alexa, Alexandra, etc. I honestly don't know where he heard that name, So why are you so offended by it being masculine? but, he been all over the world for a Viking I'll say. Now, for a girl like me, you wonder where in the world I would be heading off to. No, not really. See, my parents heard of this place where they fight off these creates…am not giving anything away here. Then why are you bothering to tell this story?
Well, there was one thing I could tell you about me that was different. See, I was seven and played with some…stuff that change my right eye's color. My eyes were these sea blues, and now one is this weird purple. This is EXACTLY what I wanted to know. Your eye color. Oh yeah, my day is complete now. Yeah, crazy, I know. Well, my hair is red, way too bright. Can be mistake as fire. Well, if you're me at least. and flatter yourself.
"Oh dear god…" See, any animals are always cashing me out of the blue, ...wait, what? guess you can see why my hair is so bright. No, I don't. What does cashing (and what does that even mean?) have to do with your hair? Well, not like I care…most time.
See, my father was friends of this…one guy. Can't remember his name, How about your father's name? Or, a setting? but hey, he meet my dad before I was born. Plus, you're wondering where the heck I am? How ever did you know? Well, my father promised this one guy to come to this village, and that would be out at sea. That didn't explain anything. You know what? Just stop talking and go sit in a non-existent corner.
And it takes twelve days to get there. Where? ...It's called There? Lovely. Because if it is, who the hell calls their island There!? Well, am not much a fan of the sea, I dream about flying. And you think it crazy for me to think like that. No, I think it's crazy that you speak like you were hit in the head. To be honest, yes, it's normal for artist like me to think crazy. Why you may ask? Knowing is part of the battlefield. What battlefield? You're a girl with two parents that have no names, you have no personality, you think your eyes are more interesting than the former, and you're going to an island, just...an island. There is no battlefield. Anyway, this story may be the strangest friendship, romance or no plot to my story. But hey, this is all true. Well, it's surely not fiction if it has no plot.
Chapter 2: Chapter 1 Now that's just misleading.
It all started in the middle of summer, well, the last of summer. Well, I don't think setting really isn't import at this moment, No wonder there's been none, the shipment hasn't arrived yet. but I was wondering where my father was taking me and my mother? Me too, but until the setting arrives there's nothing we can do. Well, as long we get off of sea soon! That sounds like a ride. I really hate ocean, Sea != Ocean. they nice to look at but not to be sailed across. I really hate the guy who created the boat, I was ready to kill him for making these things. because dammit, I just wanted to swim across instead!
"Alexander! You'll fall off the boat." Didn't you hear, this boat sucks.
Not like I care, either I get off the water. Women aren't wanted on boats anyway. I just wanted to get off this crazy piece of tree that flouts. I just hated it. It was the wrong color! I didn't pat any attention to the sun for the time, I wasn't even feeling well. after staring directly at it before. I look at the water for a few minutes, the blue water shinning into my eyes. You know, after staring at the sun and having water climb into your eyes, I'm surprised you're in no pain. Then, some water hit into my face all of a sudden. Wait? How did water fly into my face. You're standing on the edge of the boat, it happens. Dumb fish, spitting water at me. Definitely hit on the head.
"Alexander!"
"Sorry father!"
"I was just going to say we'll be landing on a small island for the night." You can't just, not dock? Or throw down an anchor?
Great, I'll be at sea still till god knows how long. I throw my body to the piece of land we could find. Where did that come from? Are you sure this is the setting you ordered? I thought I would never see land again. I pulled out my sketchbook out and you pulled it out too. and started to draw a few landscapes. Each one was different from the last. Why don't you, I don't know, help your parents set up camp and set up the plot via interaction with them and your musing about the island?
I like how the land was shaped and how mist would cover them till I saw the blue sky change to red to gold and finally pink. Oh for fucks sake, your setting is malfunctioning. Beauty had it's ways of showing us that things can be different no matter how it acted or look. As opposed to Ugly. No one ever wants to listen to Ugly. I look at the sky so many time, each day I would think about flying. Now, people would think I was crazy about flying, I would draw people with wings or people on the backs of giant birds. I'm pretty sure angels existed in Norse Mythology. Try again.
Hey, I was a bit insane Continually insisting you're in anyway off in the head doesn't make it so. I can readily think you're stupid though if that's any comfort. but flying one would be the amazing thing in my life before I was up there. But, there wasn't a way for me to fly. All I can do was sit here on the ground with water and wait for my drowning death. My father was so sick of my tantrums and was thinking of a way to make it look like an accident.
Before I could let a thought go through my head, (I didn't like it when that happened, it hurt.) water somehow got into my without me being near the water. Water...got into you... Why must the gods hate me for being scared of water. And boats? And physical labor? And consistent tenses? I walk over to my possible grave and saw nothing but my reflection. I thought about laying down just in case I was getting sick, but I saw something moving the water. This bright blue light moving around in the water. And it was moving in the water too. Oh yeah, I was going crazy.
That night I was still thinking about that blue light. What was that light? Wait, could I have fall off the boat and drowned already?! No, then did my parents died?! What did these questions have in common with each other? Why so much filler? I better not worry about it tonight, I needed more rest or it the grave for me.
The next morning, I watch the water carefully from the boat, if a animal saw my hair and thought it was fire, then I'm going to kill it more or less.*sigh* I was started to see a differences in the tempter, and it was a bit colder then I was use to. Satan is not happy with you. But, I didn't care at this moment. You should. But, it was still warm enough for me to wear my normal cloths. The boat started to shake out of the blue for some old reason. I was never going to get off of this water of death!?
"The boat is falling apart at the bottom, we need to fix it before we con-"
"I will be happy to help if that will make the work speed faster." Or, maybe just help for the sake of helping?
My father was amazing when it came to boats, problem was that I refused to get near them because they're nothing but evil to me. So you've made quite clear. My God this is a boring child. My mother would help in my place since I hate the water. I mean really, can you imagine sitting next to her for five minutes and not wanting to push her off board? But, this would give me some time to find out what animal that glow came from. I carry around a few books with my on animal and….dragons. So...on animals.
Yes, I live in a world were dragons are alive. Who exactly are you speaking to? I mean, it has to be someone from your world, which means they are aware of that as well. It's like saying: Yes, I live in a world where bunnies exist. Well, here one thing I must say about my personality. I never learned how to properly segue. I never killed anything in my life, since I do have Viking blood in my veins. You basically said Vikings don't kill just now. But, I couldn't kill anything if I wanted to. Why do I get the sense of deja vu?
I was on the first piece land we could find. The one that practically blindsided you before? I took my father's spyglass just to look around in the water. Not that he'll wouldn't notice it was used like this. There was nothing in the water, noting at all.
Guess it was all in my head, till water hit the back of my head. One of those drunken sailors was pissing over the rim again. When I look behind my back, I saw this creature sitting like a dog. It was a dark blue but it shinned like the sky and it's wings were like birds. As opposed to wings...that aren't like birds'? When I noticed it tail, the tip was like a fish's tail in way, the side of it's head had these…I wasn't sure if those were it's ears?
They were like fins. This must be a dragon?! A living, breathing, dragon. That somehow got on board without anyone noticing. It was bigger then me one by a few feet. It's eyes were like mine, only one was red, it must have been attacked by hunters or slayers. Scars across it's face. I'd say it could've been another dragon, but that's just absurd. I felt bad for the poor thing. There was a net around it's wing. I walk up to it a little, just to remove the net, but it went back into the water. It's head was out and spit out water at me. You're lucky it didn't maul you. Seriously, I'd never walk up to, let's say, a netted tiger or bear, no matter how bad I felt for it. How about this one? Or even this one.
"So it was you!?"
So this dragon follows people around and spits water at them? Meh, it should take a leaf out of this Khajiit's book in Oblivion. The one that goes into people's houses and switches the items around in their containers just to fuck with them. Now that's how to be a dick.
Chapter 3: Chapter 2
So…now I know a dragon was spitting water at me this whole time. I enjoy the fact that not even a dragon can stand you and wishes to make you miserable. You know, I wish it didn't do that to me. I wanted to get back at it so bad, my Viking blood was boiling inside my veins now. In your blood eh? Hiccup grew up in a village that was under constant strife, him having it in his blood makes more sense than you. The next time I see that dragon, a rock is going to be on top it's head, After claiming that you didn't have it in you to cause harm. and I'm not talking about a hit and throw on the head. The tempter changed again, this time it was a bit colder then it was before. You see what happens when you anger the Devil?
My legs were freezing, I had to wear my grandmother's old dress with the vest my father gave me on my 10th birthday. And yet, I have no idea where he got it from again. Probably someone who makes them, like your mother? To honest, my father said I have to look nice for our arrival. Why's that a 'to be honest' statement? Let just say I have this habit of getting paint on my cloths without touching myself *giggle* or with the paintbrush. *moargiggle* Yeah, weird right? Not at all, these urges are perfectly normal.
My father told me about this…village, Is that an echo? where they slay dragons. So that's your big reveal, dragons. I'm underwhelmed. Am not into stuff like that, even if I do have Viking blood in me. After saying that you'd love to bludgeon that dragon's head in with a rock. But, the artist blood took over me then the Viking blood did. So you what, get Brooklyn rage and paint shit?
"Alexander. We're here."
Finally, I could get off this stupid boat. I wondered who this friend of my father is? I hope it wasn't another of those drunken sailors, it wasn't all bad, I learn I had more aunts and uncles then everyone. Everyone who? You've provided no comparison here. If you lived in a village for more then two to three months. and even if I was a complete recluse, that spyglass was good for something. I walk up to my father and saw an island. You know, an island is not something that you wouldn't notice until the last minute. He placed a hand against my shoulder pulling me close to his side, it felt like a rock only with daggers.
"Welcome to Berk."
When he first told me about this village, I thought it was a small village, just like the others I spend living in. I wondered why he brought us here? You can always, I don't know, ASK HIM. But, the worst part….it was near water. Islands tend to be. We were close to the docks and I could touch land once more. When the boat finally stop, I jump out running for land.
"Alexander, watch for-" that tree!
Okay, there was something I forgot to tell you guys about the my eyes. Wait! Stop everything! Okay, what about your eyes? I'm have half blind. So, you're wondering how I can draw still if I'm half blind? ...with the other eye? I did say one of my eyes if this weird purple. Since then, I can't see vary well like normal people do. Well, considering you're half blind, no. I don't think you would. But, I can still see, just not as well. There's that damn echo again.
I hit my head against one of the wooden poles or just hit against one while someone was holding it. Well, at least it wasn't the dragon this time. But, I just wanted to get away from the docks at the moment. Bad enough to run head first into shit.
"Alexander, please be more careful."
"Sorry…I just wanted to…"
"Get on land?"
My father was the only one who understand why I hated water. it was always shinning into my eyes. Why do you think I'm half blind!? See, when I was little, I fall in a lake from getting attack by animal and almost drowned. I was all the way down to the bottom and my father swim down all the way and save me. Gee, that sounds just like someone else and their father. Guess you can say that the reason why I hate water so much. But, there was no way for me to avoid it. Well, I was happy to get on land again, my father was talking to my mother secretly in her ear. I didn't hear every word he told her, but, bet it was something romantic. And to think, they could've been interesting characters but no, we're stuck with you.
"Welcome to Berk old friend."
My father walk to a man who look like he can break a tower with his fists. Or, his head. I would've called that a cute line, except I know you ganked that straight from the movie. I walked away vary slowly taking my father spyglass. time to get better acquainted with the neighbors. I wondered if that dragon followed me here? It would be strange if that thing was following me. since I wanted smash it to paste. Who ever heard of a dragon following a human before?
I would have know if it was following me since it would spit water at me again. I still like to know why in the world it like doing that to me? But, I could remember those scars. From the color of it's good eye, it probably had green eyes before. This is what counts for a large portion of character development people, eye color. It never ceases to amaze. I wonder what happen to it before it meet me? I saw the same glow in the water again. It was much faster then it was before. I pull out my sketchbook and started to draw, I remember the way it looked, it's shape, I could see it flying in the air. Wait, I thought you wanted to smash it's face in like a pseudo Captain Vidal. Jesus, what's with me and gruesome videos today? Don't watch that.
"Alexander!"
The moment I hear my father's voice, water was all over me again. BROOKLYN RAGE!! I saw it again. It was following me?! It made this sound like dolphin, but, I wasn't sure if it was. It back into the water again and I saw it's glow again. What glowed? I made my way back to my parents till they saw me like a wet dog. Not even they view you as a person. My mother just gave me a look and my father sighed of relief like I wasn't his daughter. ...could have sworn that cat walked by already.
"I can explain what happen…"
My father sighed again like I was crazy. Couldn't say I blame him. He think I was crazy already since birth. Pfft, how could my little girl NOT like the name Alexander? Didn't she watch the movie? I told him that a dragon was following me for some odd reason. I didn't know what kind it was, it just wouldn't leave me alone. I told him about how it had two different color eyes like me and how it had scars across it's face. After I explain my story, my parents thought I was crazy for sure. I was telling the truth after all.
"Alexander. If a dragon was following you, you should know-" I'm surprised he doesn't, it's not exactly an inconspicuous creature.
"Father, it didn't attack me. It just keeps spitting water at me for some odd reason." it was a total asshole!
I felt this was going nowhere. If he did believe me, that dragon was not going to be a pet. "Look, I have some news to tell you."
So my dragon starker wasn't news? So when someone finally thinks you're out of your mind, you're suddenly not happy with it? Great, it was going to follow me till it killed me or waiting for me to fall in. What news my father had was so import then mine?
"We'll be living here for now on."
Wait, living in this village for two weeks or does he mean premarital? What? If he meant premarital, that means I could start making friends, What does your availability status have to do with staying anywhere? that I could draw in peace. If this was true, I would love that more then anything right now. "Wait, do you mean per-"
"Premarital."
Whoa, did you mean to say permanent? Because that is one hell of a leap writer, one hell of a leap. That's probably the new It word.